I see no brave and better
day than what we own.
I see no more precious challenge
than that which is given us –
to chose decisively between
goodness and malice, to long
for God and long criminals from
The heaviest pity, the most sheepish betrayal,
the refuge of ugly ambition, all murder done by pride
is but a shaky father preparing for the grave.
And to glimpse the light that offends the forsaken,
who would avert evil for a grain
of this glad devotion?